Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of the characters. I only own Azari Trestin and any other character that doesn't seem familiar. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own. However, this is my own creation. This does relate to the Hunger Games, but in a different story line.

Azari POV

"Up! Up! Up!" there was a knock at my door, "We're here!"

There's something about being woken up by a Capitol voice that isn't pleasing. Imagine that? I sighed and got up. I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep. West and I were shuffled to the side of the train. I blinked multiple times as I was suddenly blinded. We were being shoved through Capitol people towards our stylists. I wasn't excited for this. West looked confused and scared. I took his hand in mine. He looked up at me gratefully. They pulled the two of us apart. I was pushed into a room and then attacked by three people. My prep team. Lovely.

"Oh look at you!"

"So much to fix!"

"We'll get started now! Now, now, now!"

I had to bite back a groan. I wasn't paying attention as they introduced themselves. All I know is that one had neon yellow hair with similar bright make up. Her clothes were orange and red. The second one had silvery tattoos that went everywhere along her body. Her blonde hair would've looked normal if it wasn't fastened up with hundreds of shells and rocks. The third one was a guy. Who looked like he was dipped multiple times in food coloring. His skin was neon green.

But their voices, my god. They all sounded so freaking peppy and excited. Talk about obnoxious. They left in a flurry as I stood there in a papery, thin robe. A woman walked in with markings. She looked like a tiger. To be honest, she didn't look that bad. Extremely extravagant? Yes. Capitol style to a T? Yes. But she seemed different.

"I'm Tigris. I'm your stylist."

"Hi." I mumbled.

"I'm going to make you look flawless. Now, let's put you into your chariot attire."

I was silent as I was put into a black and grey get up. She put me into a sea greenish blue dress. The sleeves were long and billowy while the actual dress was knee length. I had on netted tights. She draped a fishing net over my shoulders. My mud colored hair was left down and dusted with blue and green powder. Tigris intertwined seashells and sea glass into my hair. She outlined my light green eyes with blue and a darker green. My prep team had painted my nails a light powder blue. My feet were left bare. My toenails were painted like my fingernails, anklets made from shells and pearls were wrapped around my ankles.

"Genna, Joyle, and Tarien did do a good job with you. Right! You are ready!"

I looked at myself in the mirror. If I wasn't so scared, then I would've smiled. I hid the fact that I was perpetually terrified and walked out with Tigris. I saw West already at the chariot. He looked downright petrified. He was in a dark blue tunic with tan fisherman pants. A net was draped over his shoulders as well. He had dark blue and green swirls along his face and arms. We joined up with Mags and West's stylist. I ignored points in conversation, since there were ten minutes until the Tribute Parade began. I was stroking the two horses. They both were white and brown, donned with fishing nets, pearls, and seashells.

"We're both stuck in the same game huh?" I murmured.

"Azari?" I turned at the sound of my name coming off of Mags' lips.

Walking over, I stood protectively next to West.

"You both will need to hold hands. We want to show that you'll both be in an alliance." Mags informed.

The sound of the announcer through the loudspeakers made West jump. I stepped up onto the carriage with my bare footed feet, West struggled to follow me so I gave him my hand. I held onto one side of the chariot and kept my grip on West firm. As the chariots lurched, I heard that smooth voice.

"Smile! Actually pretend to enjoy yourselves!"

I looked at the bronze haired teen. Cocking my head, I looked at him mildly confused. Where did he go? Where did he come from? It was hard for me to still grasp the concept that Finnick was only a year older than I. He was eighteen after all. He nodded once at West and I so I looked foreword. I put on my 'slut-smile' as my brother used to jokingly call it. I could never figure out why, but so many boys back in Four constantly tried to flirt with me. I wasn't anything special. But my brother was usually with me when these guys would approach me. I thought, hey, why not have some fun with this? So I'd tease them, run my hands up and down their arms, then lean up and tell them to go fuck themselves.

Rider laughed every time.

I felt my smile get a bit nostalgic, so to bring up the stakes, I let my eyes tear up a bit. After all, I was so grateful to participate in the games. I waved to the Capitol citizens, West did the same. I shot Snow such a fake, transfixed look. Changing it to a look of fury for a split second before we turned back.

I may have been forced to participate in these damned games, I may have lost all chances of going home, but I swear to God, if I went down,

I was sure as hell going down fighting.